Chapter 18

"But…" Zachary deliberately dragged the word. His pale gray eyes lingered intently on her lips, still glistening from the soup she had just drunk. Juliet's heart inexplicably tightened. "But what?" Zachary leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice as he came closer. That clean, woody scent enveloped her again. "How about giving that housewarming idea some thought?" Juliet froze. A teasing smile played in his eyes. "Or rather… bed-warming." Her face exploded into heat, flushing red instantly. The warmth spread from her cheeks all the way to her ears. Embarrassed and annoyed, she sat back down, grabbed her spoon, and shot him a glare. "Zachary! Be serious!" "I'm very serious." Zachary spread his hands innocently. "You just moved in. You should warm the place up, give it some life. You live alone. Aren't you afraid at night? I'm just… worried about your safety." So, he was concerned for her safety. This man was too good. With just a few words, he could completely throw her off gu